Dancing of Earth

When spring arrives,

A group of flowers enjoy

Their countenance and

As the day grows older

They lose their incandescent looks.

If they could know the collapse

Before the begetting,

I hope they'd remain unborn.

A child was obsessed with

Playing her dolls,

Fortuitously a wooden wife

Fell on, mother said:

'The earth is dancing',

The child took it in a wrong way,

Her body was found

After ten days under the whetted

Crown of cement made house,

The sun kissed her pale cheeks

And gave her last smile.